August 24, 2005

Mountain lines

Well, it was foggy, rainy, misty for much of the trip, so the mountain lines were really tame, almost invisible. Instead of deep vista sketches, I made do with creatures from the Biltmore House.

Gnomic gargoyles:

A foppish lion, one of two at the entrance, carved of pink marble:

And a boy throttling a swan or two, in the Winter Garden. Halfway through drawing this, I was told I wasn't allowed to sketch inside the house. I protested to three people, successively higher up in the ranks, and was allowed to continue if I promised to be discreet. Which was hard, because my natural tendency is to sketch while swinging from a chandelier, nude, bellowing out the Volga Boat Song.

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Thank you for your comments, everyone! The rationale behind the no-sketching policy at Biltmore House is that they want to protect against people making commercial versions of their art pieces. I've never had this problem in Europe or at any of the many art museums I've sketched at here in the US, so I was surprised to be told I couldn't do it there. Oh well, I managed to get permission anyway, but I won't be going back.